It is very hard to write, or even think, with this horrible toxic smell that is taking over my basement. Scott (my brother) knocked over a gas can in the garage this afternoon, and accidentally left the door to the house cracked. My mom came down and shut it for him, and when he went out and back in again, he left it open, letting the fumes in. Even now as I sit here typing the door is cracked. Once again Scott's fault. The smell is seeping in through the small opening, attacking my nose, eyes, and throat. Now he is in the shower, making no attempt to close the door. Guess who gets stuck with the job of closing it. Me. I dream of the day when I don't have to clean up after my brothers.
1.05.2010
Not A Pleasent Atmosphere
It is very hard to write, or even think, with this horrible toxic smell that is taking over my basement. Scott (my brother) knocked over a gas can in the garage this afternoon, and accidentally left the door to the house cracked. My mom came down and shut it for him, and when he went out and back in again, he left it open, letting the fumes in. Even now as I sit here typing the door is cracked. Once again Scott's fault. The smell is seeping in through the small opening, attacking my nose, eyes, and throat. Now he is in the shower, making no attempt to close the door. Guess who gets stuck with the job of closing it. Me. I dream of the day when I don't have to clean up after my brothers.
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He'll go back to school soon
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